Admit It
(Hoooh!)
I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it)
Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (Hell nah)
More like seven figures (Figures)
My dream was to be a rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Studio in the basement tigger (Tigger)
Young niggas out pullin' them triggers
Why you mad at me, cause my bills paid (Bills paid)
I put the lean in my lemonade
Stole the lunch money in the third grade
I told my teacher we could shoot the fade (Woo!)
My b**ch roll with me like Cascade (Cascade)
In jail, I learned to play the spades (Play the spades)
Now I wake up and I got it made (Got it made)
So many games I ain't never played (Ha)
These rappers roaches, need some f**kin' Raid (f**kin' Raid)
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade (Escalade)
Stackin' money, I've been livin' great (Livin' great)
She f**k me so good that I woke up late (Ha)
I admit (I admit)
I was hustlin' 'til I went legit (Went legit)
Ran off on the plug I gave him counterfeit (Ha)
I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it)
Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (Hell nah)
More like seven figures (Figures)
My dream was to be a rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Studio in the basement tigger (Tigger)
Young niggas out pullin' them triggers
I admit it
You done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it
Yeah, could have got you back but I got back to business, b**ch
Ooh, you know I'm a God, you gotta act religious b**ch
Ooh, had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors b**ch
Ooh, yeah, I like my b**ch new, yeah
Lemme flick my hair back, uh, ravishing Rick Rude, yeah
I used to stare at her cat, I tell that sh*t "roof"
She catchin' flashbacks, that what that dick do
But I admit it I was f**ked up
But I ain't trippin' I kept it one hun
The dumbest b**ches have dumb luck
But when sh*t got sticky I ain't get stuck
And with all I was given, I ain't give up
I thought I was livin' I ain't live enough
I had to cut your ass out the picture, so I took a picture and I cut it up, mm
I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (I admit it)
More like seven figures (Yeah)
My dream was to be a rich nigga
Studio in the basement tigger (Yeah)
Young niggas out pullin' them triggers
I admit it
You done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it
Could have got you back but I got back to business b**ch
Ooh, you know I'm a God, you gotta act religious b**ch
Ooh, had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors b**ch
Ooh, I like my b**ch new
She like my b**ch too
And she gon' like Rich too
Trust fund, yeah
I like my b**ch new
I admit it I was f**ked up
I admit it, I'm a trust fund baby
